here for a good time not a long time

Mmm…sure~

It’s not uncommon for people to wander into the woods and never wander back out. The strange monsters that make their homes out there are hard to avoid and even harder to fight, especially during mating season, which sends them into an insatiable heat. Some of these beasties just need a hole, any hole, and those encounters can usually be survived - but some of the other critters have more…specific tastes.

Maybe the poor sweetheart got lost on a little walkabout in the local swamp. He’s heard the rumors, of course, but he knows his way around - and there’s no way any of those things are true. It’s all too ridiculous to bother taking seriously. Thinking like this is a dangerous game for him, and one that’s about to get him in hot water, pun fully intended. When a thick fog rolls in, he finds himself somehow more lost than he’s ever been. He turns around, then turns around again, looking for any familiar landmarks, but finds nothing. He’s starting to get nervous at this point. Little does he know that he should really be a lot more nervous.

Unfortunately, he’s caught off-guard when a net falls from above, immediately entangling him in thick strands of woven vine. Struggling only makes it worse, and he’s unable to get to his feet again before a shape descends upon him from within the mist, enveloping him in a burlap sack and heaving him over one shoulder to take him…somewhere. He doesn’t know where, and there’s enough raw strength in the stranger’s grip that further struggle would be practically useless. He’s already having enough trouble with the net, anyway.

He’s carted to his destination for a little while, and has the opportunity to calm down while he’s kept in the dark. It can’t be as bad as he thinks, right? Or maybe…were the rumors true? He immediately dismisses that notion as ridiculous, but it lingers in the back of his head as he tries to further rationalize his situation.

When he’s dumped out of the sack he was in, he realizes that maybe he shouldn’t have dismissed the rumors so readily.

Surrounding him is a large group of creatures, all somewhere between frog and human. They’re slightly closer to frogs, but sturdy-legged and hunch-backed in a way more accommodating to bipedality. However much they do or don’t resemble humans is trivial in that moment. What the young man really pays attention to is what’s between their legs, every single one clearly ready to put a warm body to use.

It only takes a split-second for him to connect the dots and realize why he was taken.

He doesn’t have time to plead for his safety before a stretch of cloth is wrapped around his mouth to keep him from screaming. His clothes are torn away from him in record time, and portions of the net that encased him are cut away to tie his arms above his head and bend his legs out and towards his chest, spreading them wide to expose his cunt. A multitude of webbed hands carts him towards a smooth boulder with a carved indent, laying him neatly there so that his pussy is at the perfect height for everyone to use. He furiously shakes his head no, but it’s clear that negotiating with the frog people is out of the question - they’ve got their minds made up.

They all crowd around, but a surprisingly-orderly line immediately forms to rape him. The first wastes no time and plunges its cock into the party’s new toy. The poor thing shudders, straining against the ropes, but of course he can’t do anything while the first frog ruts into him with quick strokes. He thrashes his head from side to side, trying to disrupt the frog’s rhythm, but to no avail - the frog, clearly pent-up, presses itself as deep as it can go, nestling its cock right up against his cervix.

Something cold, something thick, oozes into the toy’s womb, and a chill goes up his spine in tandem. That’s nothing compared to what the frog gives him next, though - smooth, squishy, slimy eggs, just as cold, sliding into him one after the other after the other without pause, squeezing their way into his womb, crowding together inside of him. He yelps into his gag at the new sensations, goosebumps racing across his skin from the chill, but the frog-person pays no mind to how its breeding toy is behaving, just holding itself in place until it’s had his fill of him. By the time it’s done, there’s a slight swell to his midsection.

The poor thing can’t escape the next frog-person, or the next, or the next, more eggs sliding into his unprotected womb, his midsection swelling, his cunt sloppier and sloppier. Soon, he’s just oozing slime anytime there’s not a cock stuffing him full of more eggs, his middle rounding out perfectly to show off how efficiently those eggs are being raped into him. He has trouble keeping his thoughts straight, all rationale fucked out of him in favor of stretching his belly tight with more frog spawn, more slime, more, more, more. It’s very clear that these frog-people haven’t had a good hole to rape in a long time, and he’s just here to remedy that.

Eventually, the line starts to slow down. The unfortunate rapetoy’s eyes are rolled back in his head, silent tears streaking down his cheeks, and his cunt slowly drips slime to form a puddle in the boulder divot he’s sitting in. He can’t really pay attention to anything going on around him, so the conversation between several frog-people goes unnoticed, blending into the background noise with their odd, hoarse words. He’s too busy getting fucked again to take anything in.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t have the option to ignore the next thing the frog-people do to him. Once his current rapist pulls out, a different frog shoves a smooth, polished plug into his cunt, stone sitting heavy in his well-used hole. He whines quietly, exhausted, soaked in a cold sweat.

They leave him there in the puddle of frog-slime. He’s too tired to push out the plug, say nothing of the multitude of eggs trapped in his womb. All he can do is fall into an uncomfortable sleep, fatigue overwhelming his desire to stay awake, stay aware.

"Fuck...boy you feel good." He drawls out, his hands now firmly placed on your hips, gripping them tightly in his hold. He slowly runts against you, his hips meeting your ass, and his body leaning over yours, his head right into your neck.

Your body arches against him, your arms wrap around his body, and your legs clamp around his waist, bringing him closer, letting out soft moans from the pleasure of his cock thrusting deeper within you.

"Dad." You moan out, basking in the pleasure and excitement of the act. Your father tightens his hold on you, leaving hand-shaped bruises around your waist, ones that you know you will press against later.

His thrusts start to become erratic and messy, his breathing becomes airy, and you can feel his cock twitch, he's close.

Forcing two dog boys in a room together, to watch them fight for dominance. Not like play fighting. The bloody, bruising, biting kind of fighting where you wake up feeling like a rock with cotton stuffed in your brain headache

Both of them have blood dripping between their teeth, spilling out their lips every time they growl and bite at each other. Bruising blooming on their cheeks and stomachs. Legs and arms covered in scratches

When one finally gets the other on his stomach, shoving his dick in, lubed up with blood and sweat. Fucking him as hard and fast as he can, proving that he is the dominant pup. The one under him trying to throw him off, legs flailing, elbow swinging up to meet the other pups chin. Giving him a chance to wiggling out and get his ground back

He pounces on the previously top pup, pressing his knees to his chest, forcing him into a mating press. Forcing his dick inside, slow and tedious, making him every inch of it. Having to work against the punches and squirming of the other pup

The fighting going on for hours, each gaining dominance before losing it again. Switching between top and bottom so fast you couldn’t even keep up with who was winning. Each determined to make the other his bitch

Eventually, they’d pass out, blood, spit, and cum smeared all over them. Entering the room to see them pressed together. Peeling them off each other, blood making them stick together. Skin pulling and bodies squirming in discomfort, even in their sleep. Cum leaks out both their asses. Seems like it’s a tie, what a shame, well I guess they’ll have to fight again next week.

“Getting to come” = giving _me_ an orgasm.

“Getting to come” = faking an orgasm

does anyone have any more posts in this style? I'm making a collection

I know baby, it's not fair, but that's okay. I don't want it to be fair for you. It makes me happy and turns me on when things are unfair for you and I have all the control. And you want to make me happy, turn me on, and fuck me right? Yes, you do. Then my rules for you aren't going to be fair. For example, you're not going to be allowed to touch yourself, that's considered trespassing on my property. You wouldn't want to be a bad sub found guilty of trespassing would you? No, that's a very serious offense. Only I can touch you and I'll do so whenever and wherever I want. It's very unfair, I know. That's the point.

Unfair is good for you. Unfair makes us both happy. I love when something is unfair to you and you accept it. Because then what's left after accepting your place is for you to focus on obeying it. When you accept that you aren't permitted to touch yourself you get needy and desperate and you do anything you can to feel my touch and every touch I give you is supercharged with an intensity you wouldn't be able to feel without me making it unfair for you. Unfair opens you up to new experiences and perspectives. Unfair is good for you.